A tiny, fabulous book of poems, a distinctive quiet, humorous voice, about getting older. And who isn’t getting older? Sensible and yet original, nothing sentimental or smarmy, this is great great poetry couched in a ‘who, me?’ way. Esther Cohen has a brand new fan in me. I am going to buy a zillion copies of this, the perfect gift. Takes 2 0 minutes to read, if that, yet I know it will keep me company for years and years. I’d put it between Allen Ginsberg and a book of Rumi maybe. They’re tiny prayers, numbered. Here’s Twenty Nine: “The truth is I’ve had a hard time with forgiveness. Revenge is easier. Last year I read four forgiveness books, talked to a few serious Christians and Jews even a Buddhist a Hindu a Sikh and an agnostic. I don’t intuitively turn the other cheek, and don’t know how. And I’m talking about pettiness, not wars or larger wrongs. I’d like to learn, and thought one way might be to say the word three times each day: forgive forgive forgive Amen - Janet, Goodreads